It's Something Called Poetry

The Legend of the Heart-Breaker

I sit and wait for her message.

When the first tear rolls down her cheek

I will already be there!

I am the Heart-Breaker

I play with his mind to get to his heart.

Love is a trap

Love is The Curse.

I smile to get his attention

I blush to prove my innocence.

My plan is set

The trap is ready.

I hold his hand to lure him in

I kiss his lips to keep him near

And I hug him tight so he won't get away.

His heart is like copper

As mine is nowhere to be found.

He trusts me

He needs me

He loves me.

Love is a trap

Love is The Curse!

I want his body

His mind,

and his heart.

I show him off

Then take him home

The plan is working!

I kiss him

I touch him

I run my hands across his chest

And then dig my nails into his skin.

His screams of pain are only a reminder of what he did to her!

I rip out his heart

and break it in two.

I feed one half to the dogs that surround us

and I keep the other half for myself.

After draining all the blood out with my fangs

I place it into a jar

and hide it with the others.

I leave his body to rot

This becomes a relief to her

A sense that she is free

And she may move on and find real love.

I am the Heart-Breaker-

I rip out the heart of those who hurt the weak

The Innocent

And the emotional

Her tears are messages to me.

I come to comfort her

and destroy who hurt her!

-And This Is My Legend!